Coattails of a Dead Man / the Heckler Songtext

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Coattails of a Dead Man

He wasn't lookin' for fanfare or fame
But it all came around just the same.
He then met a girl with desire in her eye,
He gave her love, she took his name.

The times they were good, the times they were bad,
Most times it was just in between.
The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had,
She put on display for all to be seen.

Some find their solace in work or the lord,
She was quite content in her dream.
When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light,
He found comfort in the bottle of Ol' Jimmy Beam.

One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole,
He reached out for something to feel.
She offered back nothin' but lack of respect
So he left himself out with two barrels of steel.

She cried in the day, she cried in the night.
She cried loudest when someone was near.
Whether crying for him or she cried for herself,
The bigger the camera, the bigger the tear.

Most folks agree that she was living a hell
And publicly she showed her pain.
And never once was there a thought for herself,
And the ever-growing slices of fortune and fame.

Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride.
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride,
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride high.

The Heckler

Through the door it slithers in,
Accompanied by its peers.
Always groveling for attention,
While no one really gives.
In its mind it's full of wit
And quite the social king.
It plants itself among the rest,
Who give it deadly state.

It's just a matter of opinion

Further now theres a man of taste.
Of talent and precision.
To work and strive his years are fogged
Has been his life's compensation.
The stage is set. The perfect show
Is put before the mass.
Only to be ridiculed
By some slimy, pompous snake.

It's just a matter of opinion.